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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Poem ["Claudia" ] ET: Whatever happened to our faith?(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: stuff ["BigBlueJr  " ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 10:40:12 +0100 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: Poem Nobody cares about me Nobody understands me. They see this fake smile on my face and pretend everything's fine. They never wonder if i cry they never wonder why i smile. Every day it's as if i played a part but they are blind, they are too proud of what they expect me to be. But i'm so tired of being a strong angel, i want to be a weak devil, i want to make my mistakes, i want to feel free to fail. And all i do is cry but they never see the tears behind my smile. They will never see the courage and the pain in my heart because i'm the strong one, i'm the good one and they know i'll always be there for them but they never wonder if i need someone, they don't want to know how lost and lonely i am. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 11:55:27 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Whatever happened to our faith?(poem) Hi everyone :) Rev. Tim, I sent this to you because I thought you might be open to these ideas as well. If you wish to send these onto anyone, feel free. I wrote a poem Thursday night before my pagan group meeting. I haven't had the chance to type that up unfortunately, but I'll send it when I do. I'm at home right now with my parents(for once in a long time!!!). This one I wrote Friday morning and sent it to this poetry group I'm a part of(www.pathetic.org). I got quite a few positive comments about it, so I thought I'd send it here too. Please note that I'm not trying to make you change religions and if you feel insulted I apologize. If you're at all curious, I'm somewhat a conglomeration of Christian and Pagan. If you wish to not receive these poems anymore, let me know. If you aren't normally receiving them and would like to, ask and I'll add you. As always comments, questions, flames, and suggestions are quite welcome but not necessary. Take cares and Have a Splendid Day!! - -Seth =================================================== Whatever happened to our faith? by Seth Fulmer 3-10-2000 Whatever happened to Mary Whatever happened to the mother of the son you call God? Whatever happened to the mistress to the man who fathered the son of God Why did we lose our faith my friend? many years ago on the desert sand Moses spoke and the people listened He rose up and to them he was God 2000 years ago in a room so high a man who will come into all of our minds had himself betrayed and sold for blood coated silver coins Really though the cost overall was the world's unending sorrow He wasn't God my friend, nor was he a wizard He was but a lonely man, wise all through the spirit Advice that works out to this day Psychology has proven it flawless There's no way a man could ever have known that if he wasn't in touch with his maker For the past few hundred years my friend The catholic church lacked knees To beg for the ability to need forgiveness for authority was always its steed Satan was its mortal enemy because Satan opposed God Satan however believes in Him, not like most christians who are a fraud. Why do you go to church and say the lords prayer slurred Say it with pride and mean it that way For that was the way it was written I may not believe that God is my father like Daddy and Mommy conceived me But every single person on this whole world is a product and spawn of His majesty There is no doubt that if there's a God Where else would he be but in Heaven? and if there indeed exists such a being May his name be but blessed forever When I should die, in my sleep or in the wake and I find myself dead and in the ground my soul, if there's an afterlife will rise up and I will be in his kingdom Someone who does such good and kind deeds who creates and knows nothing of wrath I maybe care less if a God should exist or if I will even go to meet him but I will do now or attempt more or less to help out in whatever I can You ask that he give you what you deserve He gives you more and you whine You ask to be forgiven but you forget what you did simply because you choose not to remember You say you give others the same rights you yourself want But yet you freely hate and hurt others You ask not to be tempted but yet you are tempters by gambling, going to bars, and to strip clubs He gives you two paths and you choose the wider one You then decide to ask him for help to get out of the situation you just entered He gets you out but you get in again When oh when will you ever learn? You make your crosses and pray to a statue but doesn't one of the commandments state Don't make false idols and yet you take materials and make yourself them anyway You go to the confessional, you state your sins You really however don't care a bit You go on out, you curse at a taxi cab as he cuts you off and flips you the finger Why have we lost our faith It is so fun, to believe without needing of proof Why do you need to know that God exists It's not like you're walking on water All that he asks is that you are kind and humane and polite and respecful and the beautiful little creatures that he made us. He doesn't expect you to perform any miracles or even to come up with a utopia You're all on this planet for better or for worse so let's just help each other and make the best of it. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 22:19:53 EST From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com Subject: ET: just venting I guess you can't really call this poetry, but I need get it out anyway. The peace has turned sour as you become "just another name" on my list. Six down the world to go serving men for giving me something to love... a distraction from loving myself. Laura ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 23:48:52 -0500 (EST) From: courtney gordon Subject: ET: meet me in st. louis Dear Angels, Well this week was certainly one to be remembered. I throat is killing me, and I think I may lose my voice if I'm not carefull, which sucks because I am in a school play (Meet Me in St. Louis) and I have a whole lot of lines. So as long as I don't let Mrs. Young (the director) find out, and I don't lose my voice, I'm fine. I still have all of Act Three to memorize, and our first performance is in a little under a week, but I think I'll get it down. I'm going to see Creed on April 5th (whoohoo!!!), which kicks butt. April 5th, by the way, is the 6 year anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. Just a random thought... I'm bored out of my mind, and I would normally be reading my script and memorizing lines right now but I left my script at Kristen's house and so I would obviously have trouble memorizing my lines if I tried that right now. Well, I gotta go y'all, happy 311 day! If there are any 311 fans here (fans of the band, not the police code for public nudity) then you know what i'm talking about. love y'all Courtney The beautiful disaster stranger flower angel with an ever changing name. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2000 07:37:01 CST From: "BigBlueJr  " Subject: ET: stuff I'm having very mixed emotions tonight. And I'm very frustrated with my family. I dont understand how everyone needs to fix my problems. They've never helped before, so how will the suddenly now? Ok, I would like it if someone would help summarize the feelings I'm going through, because I'm really in a confused state right now... thanks i am complex so that it is impossible for one to comprehend who i am and what i am doing it's sad enough that i dont understand myself so who i am remains a mystery is it impossible for you to understand that i simply do not wish to speak to you know do not be offended i would rather be left alone anyway but when you interrupt me it only makes things worse I know there's a problem I know there is something wrong but what it is still is left unknown i am trying to hard? with everything? life? this poem? I wish I could disapear and not worry about these things if one is the lonliest number than why am i lonely and surrounded by people? falling from the sky are live from the past that wish to live no longer there is hope hope in us in life for everything there is faith faith in us in life for nothing if there is a hell then what is the point of trying to go to heaven because we all deserve to be in hell through the clouds you fly and fall to the ground in a blur of pain and love mixing together to create one of the greatest and most specatacular event of the season life give up give up end this pain give up life is a shame go away and never come again lost in a maze of life and death lost in a haze living for what's next life shouldn't be this hard it shouldn't be full of this much suffering this much torture but it is so all i can do is stick through it until the end but until then i must suffer ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #88 *********************************